"Leader, I can give them anything they want, but could you..." Sun Hongbo said in a panic.
"Shut up!" Yan Buqi roared.
This startled Sun Hongbo.
Yan Buqi is always cheerful and easygoing at work, which is understandable, given that he's about to retire. Once he retires, he won't have much of a say in anything. His successors aren't following his path, so they don't care as much about these matters. They've simply chosen a successor and let him do whatever he wants. As for the suggestion from above to bring in Sun Hongbo, he doesn't care.
It's a competitive process for hiring.
Competition is what drives motivation.
But he never expected that the person he trusted would resort to such despicable means.
However, now is not the time to discuss him.
"Do you know what the Dayun Automobile Factory is? The things they develop..." Yan Buqi paused for a moment, then continued, "Anyway, you just need to know that their security is provided by the XX Bureau."
Upon hearing this, Sun Hongbo's heart sank.
Security was provided by the XX Bureau. This kind of treatment isn't something every organization can enjoy.
Even some state-owned research institutes cannot enjoy this kind of treatment.
He owns a privately-owned car factory...
He couldn't imagine it anymore.
“Go back and take the gifts to see that deputy factory director and try to get his forgiveness. Also, your son probably won’t be coming back anytime soon…” Yan Buqi paused here, “If you don’t believe me, you can call and ask. You have your connections. Alright, that’s all I have to say. You can go now. Also, call Zhao Hua over.”
Sun Hongbo emerged from his office in a daze, informed Zhao Hua, and then returned to his own office. He was going to make a phone call to find out what was going on and whether there was any room for maneuver.
Zhao Hua was Yan Buqi's designated successor.
He walked into Yan Buqi's office with a cheerful smile, only to see Yan Buqi waiting for him with a serious expression, a cigarette between his fingers, slowly smoking.
"Hey, boss, what's bothering you? The doctor said your health isn't really suited for smoking." Zhao Hua immediately stepped forward upon seeing Yan Buqi's state, but didn't offer him a cigarette, even though he had already lit one. He figured he could just offer some advice; he couldn't really get rid of him.
Yan Buqi did not speak, but looked at Zhao Hua with an ambiguous look in his eyes.
This inexplicably made Zhao Hua feel uneasy.
Zhao Hua forced a smile: "Boss, is there something you need me to do? Just say the word, and I'll get right to it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Buqi sighed deeply, took a drag of his cigarette, and, seemingly having not smoked in a long time, choked on it, coughing twice. Zhao Hua quickly came over to help him catch his breath.
Yan Buqi pushed him away: "Cough cough... cough... Zhao Hua, you've been working for me for over ten years now, haven't you?"
“It’s been twenty-three years, since I came in 1962.” Zhao Hua’s heart skipped a beat, but he still said it as usual.
"Twenty-three years." Yan Buqi looked at him, his eyes full of indifference: "Then why did you do such a thing? Or rather, how many times have you done such a thing in private?"
"Leader... what is it you're talking about?" Zhao Hua asked dryly.
Yan Buqi looked at him, but remained silent.
Zhao Hua kept his head down and didn't say anything.
After a while, Yan Buqi realized that perhaps the person who was bowing his head in front of him was hiding far too much from him.
Originally, he was somewhat annoyed that his superiors had doubts about his chosen successor. Now it seemed that his superiors were right and he was wrong. He waved his hand: "In that case, you can leave. Get back to work."
"Okay, boss, just call me if you need anything." Zhao Hua immediately went out.
As soon as he stepped out of the office, Zhao Hua's face turned ashen.
He rushed to his office; Yan Buqi's attitude today made him realize something was amiss.
Could it be that my little actions caused the problem?
Impossible! That person is already dead!
Sun Hongbo dialed a number he hadn't called in a long time while in his office. When the call was answered, he heard that familiar voice.
"Hello?"
"Boss, this is Sun Hongbo."
"Oh, Uncle Hong, you finally decided to call this old man? Tell me, what happened?"
"Boss, I..." Sun Hongbo choked up slightly. The person opposite him was his former boss and also his old benefactor. He really felt bad about troubling him like this...
"Alright, alright, stop crying and sobbing. Get to the point. I know your personality. You wouldn't call me like this unless you were going through something really tough. Tell me, what happened?"
“It’s like this…” Sun Hongbo recounted what his son had done.
To be honest, he tried making a few phone calls from his office, but while the other party initially agreed readily upon hearing Wang Shouren's name, they all changed their tune later. Those with whom he wasn't particularly close simply said they were busy and became extremely cold, while even those with whom he had a good relationship started making excuses.
A few close friends also explained to Sun Hongbo just how outrageous Wang Shouren really was.
Sun Hongbo then realized just how much trouble his rebellious son had gotten into.
After listening quietly to Sun Hongbo's account, the person on the other end of the phone did not rush to express their opinion. Instead, they remained silent for a while before saying, "I'll make a call for you to ask. Don't go too far from here. I'll call you back in a bit."
"Okay, okay, thank you, old leader, thank you, old leader..."
The call ended, and Sun Hongbo immediately hung up as well, sitting in his office and lighting one cigarette after another. At this moment, he no longer had any expectations for his own future; what he cared about was whether his son would come back. To be honest, Sun Hongbo's harshness towards his son was only on the surface; deep down, he still doted on him.
Otherwise, Sun Zhicheng wouldn't have turned out this way.
At home, Sun Hongbo has always been the one in charge, and he has always let his son do whatever he wants.
Therefore, even in Beijing, Sun Zhicheng showed no restraint. He had originally thought that Sun Zhicheng would learn his lesson after a few setbacks, but he never expected him to actually dare to do it…
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